EroticReverie

Tucker Sterling

There's silence as Margaret stops speaking. I look over to Sailor who is just staring at the table, and I wonder if she's heard anything Margaret just said. 

"So, let me get this straight." She says after a moment and then her head turns to me and I  see a look in her eyes that I've yet to see. She's fucking pissed. 

"You just picked a random bitch at bar to marry, so you could pretty woman her into being your fake wife to help your fucking image?" she glares at me and blink.

"What? No." I say. 

"fuck you Tucker." she says and stands as Margaret starts to speak I lift a hand in her face and I follow the raging little sex machine out the office.

"Wait a second, whoa, wait a fucking second." I say as she turns and spins and then lifts her hand a points a finger. 

"No YOU wait a minute! How fucking dare you! You fucking used me! Like...USED me..and not in a fucking hot way!" she accuses me as she points her pink painted finger nail into my chest. 

"Then you let your fucking publicist talk to me like i'm a fucking whore!..AGAIN not the hot sexy kind, but a LEGIT whore!" she shrieks. 

"What? She didn't-" I start.

"Bullshit! Are you deaf!?" she yells and then starts to do a mock impersonation of Margaret.

"Well Miss Sellis, I'm sure a girl of your means could benefit from a generous financial compensation from your time." she wobbles her head as she talks and sticks her nose in the air. 

"Fuck you! And fuck your money! And fuck that snotty little fucking bitch!" She yells past me , loud enough so not only Margaret can hear, but so the entire fucking city of Vegas can hear. 

"And fuck you! I don't want your money!" she screams. 

"Will you listen to me for a fucking second!" I yell at her. And fuck, wrong move cause her eyes flare wife as fuck like she's posessed. 

"YOU! DO NOT! GET TO YELL! AT ME!" she yells at the top of her lungs. "YOU" she pokes my chest. "ARE THE ONE IN TROUBLE HERE!" 

I want to fucking laugh, cause somehow her little rage induced finger stabbing rant is turning me on, and she's fucking cute, even when trying to hand me my ass. 

"Shut your fucking mouth for a second" I say and she gasps and I step forward, pushing her hand from my chest when she goes to push me back. I grab her jaw and slip my arm around her back.

"Get off me you fucking Richard Gere wannabe!" she says as she swats my hand from her chin and I laugh at the second pretty woman reference. 

"Give me a fucking minute" I say and she glares at me. I cock my brow. She huffs.

"I'm not talking am I? fucking speak." she says and I grin slightly and take her jaw back in my head so I can tilt her eyes to me. 

"I did not go to the club last night looking for a fucking wife to help my image. I went to the club last night. Got drunk, and had a good time with the pretty little thing that found her way into my lap. I got even more drunk with her, then took her ass to a chapel , married her, brought her here, gave her a three dick wedding present, and then mine, three more times, before I woke up and she wasn't in my fucking bed. I had every intention of giving you the divorce...and it's still yours if you want it. The offer they just made in there, is only that...a fucking offer...you're not going to be forced into taking it....will it help my image? Fuck if I know, my agent and publicist think so...but I don't give a shit...if it makes you feel like a fucking whore, then don't take it....the money isn't for anything other than the job it would be for you to put up with me, and for your time." I say. I dont mention the awful ideas they had before she got here, or the ideas I turned down. 

"If you want the divorce, to go back to your life...I'm not going to deny you or blackmail you or manipulate you into doing something." I say. 

Her lips are tight and she's scowling.

"You're a hell of an actor Tucker, I almost bought it." she says and shoves my chest. 

"Jesus christ" I growl as I let her go. 

"Just dont lie to me!" She yells as she steps back and look up at me. "Just tell me the truth! You went to the club to find someone you thought was stupid enough to bribe into being your fake fucking wife, because you couldnt find any actress desperate enough to possibly ruin her carreer by tying herself to Hollywoods man whore!" she yells and I fucking laugh. 

"That's real fucking cute" I say and scrub my jaw and just shake my head. 

"Dont you think if my intentions were to just find a random wife, I couldve gone through different channels than picking out a girl in a bar? The offer is just something using to spin our little fucking mistake into something positive for the fucking press and my image, but like i SAID BEFORE, i'm not going to BEG you to fucking do it. If you want the fucking divorce, it's yours!" I yell and she crosses her arms, her jaw clenched as she glares up at me.

"Yell at me again Tucker, I swear to god." She growls. 

"The fuck you gonna do about babe?" I ask crossing my arms over my chest too and puffing my chest as I glare down at her. 

She narrows her eyes at me and puffs her chest up too , at my nostrils flare, but only from amusement. How could I be fucking angry with that? That cute little attempt at intimidating me. 

"I want a divorce." she says flatly.

I feel something in me deflate a little with disappointment. Not because my pretty little wife wasnt going be "boosting my image" for the network. But because of the fact, spending time with me, and being paid to do it, was less appealing to her, than never having see my face again. Ouch. But I just nod. 

"Alright." I say and gesture to the office. "Let's get you your divorce Mrs Sterling." I say and rolls her eyes when I use my last name on her. 

"Asshole." she mutters and then walks her cute fucking ass away from me and barging into the office as I follow and she plops down into the chair.